Two restless boys cooped up in the narrow limits of the hotel, and burning with a desire to be amused, had discovered him through the crack of the door, and immediately pounced upon him.
"Aw, ain't he nice!" exclaimed Henny, stroking the shaggy back with a dirty little hand.

Howl felt in his blouse, hoping to find some crumb left of the stock of provisions stored away at lunch-time.
"Feel there, Henny," he commanded, backing up to his little brother, and humping his shoulders.

"Ain't that a cooky slipped around to the back of my blouse?
Put your hand up and feel." Henny obligingly explored the back of his brother's blouse, and fished out the last cooky, which they fed to Hero.
"Wisht we had some more," said Howell, as the cake disappeared.

"Henny, you go up and see if you can't hook some of Beauty's biscuit." "Naw! I don't want to.

I want to play with the dog," answered Henny, "He's big enough to ride on.